“Just a little.”
“Sorry, it’s just...I really like her stories. They come alive to me. Even when I got so mad at Will for what he did in his book, I had to forgive him like a chapter later because of the way Ada wrote his remorse and the reason he had to do it. It was just so—”
I cleared my throat, and she glared at me. “I can’t help it! Once I get started oohing and ahhing over an author, I can’t seem to stop.”
When I laughed, she scowled harder. So I pulled her against me and hugged her. “Actually, I like it. You’re cute when you get all passionate about something.”
She buried her face into my shirt and inhaled deeply. I knew she was smelling me. I liked knowing she appreciated my scent, because I sure as hell appreciated hers. Without thinking, I pressed my nose to her hair and returned the favor.
“You should’ve seen me the day she wrote me back after I emailed her, telling her I was a fan.” She sighed blissfully and hugged me closer. “It was one of the best messages I ever received.”
I chuckled as I rested my cheek on the top of her head. “I bet. But I still can’t believe you lied to your brother.” Then I softly sang, “Liar, liar, pants on fire.”
She poked me in the ribs. “Hey, it wasn’t a lie. Ada was so nice and considerate in her letter, I really do consider us friends now. And it just so happens I have my Kindle with me in my purse, and since her stories are uploaded there, that means she was with me...in spirit, anyway.”
Gasping in mock outrage, I narrowed my eyes at her. “I can’t believe you brought a third person—in spirit—to our first date.” Then I grinned and pressed my forehead to hers. “Think she’d mind if I kissed my girlfriend goodnight?”
“Pfft. She writes romance. Of course she won’t mind. In fact, I bet if we were good enough at it, she’d even put it in one of her stories—” She cut herself off with her own gasp. “Oh my God. That would be so cool.”
I pressed my hand to her lips before she got going on another one of her happy tirades. “Then I guess we’d better make it good.”
Replacing my fingers with my mouth, I kissed my girl and smoothed my hands over her hair, then down her back, up her arms. I cupped her face and deepened things, brushing my tongue across hers and stepping in closer.
She moaned and wound her arms around my neck, her fingers toying with the ends of my hair.
“I never get enough of you,” I rasped against her mouth. “Never get enough time with you. I always want more.”
“Me too.” She dived back at my mouth, and I kissed her again.
“Can I just keep you the rest of the night?” For the rest of forever.
Sighing as I sprinkled kisses along her jaw, she finally answered, “What about your sister?”
My groan told her I didn’t want to think about that. I just wanted this moment to last. “Five more minutes,” I begged.
“Sold.” She bit my ear, and I almost came in my jeans.
“God, that was... Do that again.”
Her teeth nipped tender flesh, and I groaned as I backed her against the wall of a building. Then I lifted her so I could fit my hips between her thighs. Her eyes widened but she wrapped her legs around my waist as she gripped my shoulders. I settled against her, my aching erection nudging the very heat of her.
“Oh my,” she murmured, her chest heaving and eyes wide with wonder.
I knew she liked it, but I asked, “Too much?” anyway.
She whipped her head back and forth. “Not even a little.”
With a grin, I went in for another kiss. This one exploded with tongue and teeth. I ground against her hard and she balled fistfuls of the back of my shirt with her hands as she clamped her thighs around me tight.
“Knox.” Her voice was high and desperate. “I need... I need...”
Fuck, so did I. I needed it bad. I needed all of her, right then.
“I know. I do too. I want you so—”